I Am Not At All Clear What

Robert Frost Had Always Said You Mustn't Think Of The Last Line First, Or It's Only A Fake Poem, Not A Real One. I'm Inclined To Agree.

I Sometimes Talk About The Making Of A Poem Within The Poem.

The Only Way Out Is The Way Through, Just As You Cannot Escape Death Except By Dying. Being Unable To Write, You Must Examine In Writing This Being Unable, Which Becomes For The Present -henceforth?- The Subject To Which You Are Condemned.

History Is Where Tensions Were.

Both Poet And Painter Want To Reach The Silence Behind The Language, The Silence Within The Language. Both Painter And Poet Want Their Work To Shine Not Only In Daylight But (by Whatever Illusionist Magic) From Within.